The Unnamed adventures of Roger Weaver

Chapter 7

The Story

The Authors

"Whah, I do declay-uh!" declared Boar. "Roguh Weavuh! We was wondrin'
what evuh became of yuh. Whay-uh've yuh been ol' horse?"
"Well, it's long story but I'll be (mercifully) brief. I was shanghai'd
to Death Valley where I was made to perform unspeakable sexual acts
with a twenty mule team and a box of Borax, during which I lost
my right hand." And Roger held up a gauze encased stump for all
to see. "It was horrifying. Horrifying, I say! Then as my captor
was taking me to New Jersey we were stopped by Gurn Blansten and
his thugs and I was taken before Cardinal Richelieu where I was forced
to denounce my faith in favor of catholicism and rat out all my friends."
Roger buried his face in his hand and fell to sobbing piteously.
"God, I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition." he cried.
"The-uh, the-uh," Boar said comfortingly. "Nobody does." Roger
composed himself and continued. "Anyway, after confessing, I was
beaten mercilessly and thrown into this cell. I don't even know
how long I've been here." "Well, considerin' that we'uh all
still hungovuh, it appea-uhs to have only been a day." But before
they all realized that it would take at least 3 or 4 days to drive
to Death Valley from New York, Roger noticed that Anita was missing
from the group. "Where's Anita?" he asked frantically.

"We
didn't want to tell you She's been taken to Cardinal Richelieu
Of course there is no need to mention He demands a full
confession. He'll torture her, there is no doubt So we
think it's time to bust us out Of here and rescue poor Anita
Before the card can to do the deed-uh."

cuddles

Meanwhile, Jake, strapped immobile in a dentist's chair, endured the
excruciating agony of an undeflatable erection within the spiked
confines of the Iron Codpiece while the classics of erotic and pornographic
film were shown on multiple screens before him. His eyelids were
kept open ala Malcolm DcDowell's 'treatment' in A Clockwork Orange
(said film being, in fact a key source of inspiration for the terrible
dream with which the comatose, masochistic Jake was toruring himself)...
Back in the projectionist's booth, trusty Mr. Tickles chuckled to
himself at Jake's agonies and took full advantage of the Tooth Bitch's
momentary absence to kick back in his chair, hoist his feet up, and
enjoy a stale Macanudo. Cigar smoke coiled through the beams from
the projectors, shot through with light and illuminated dust-motes.
On-screen, Debbie did Dallas, the Pom-Pom Girls got their revenge
by spiking the school water supply with LSD, while the aforementioned
Malcom McDowell, now the Roman Emperor Caligula, hosted incomprehensible
orgies. Jake drooled and moaned, shaking his head back and forth
like an idiot, repeating "No no no no no" like the useless mantra
it was to him...

Philip

"Wait a minute," said Roger. "This story makes no sense. First Janice
is going to destroy the world, then the tooth bitch, and now the
spanish inquisition! What are we supposed to stop first?"
"Oh no," said the cat in the hat
"Your question has made it clear to me,
This is all one big conspiracy!
We've got to stop them all at once
Or else we'll fail worse than a dunce! "Oh dear," said Roger. He understood but somehow he was more
confused than ever!

Carolyn

"I'm certainly confused," said Luntho who suddenly appeared standing
sideways in a door that probably wasn't there a few short moments
ago. Luntho existed between dimensions and when things got really
confusing he would pop in and confuse things even more. "Well, Roger,
get used to me I'm here for a while and I'm sticking with you through
thick and thin until another dimension becomes more confusing than
this one."

vanblah

...but Luntho was yet another of the ten thousand shadowy figures
who stalked Jake's endless wet dream in grimy raincoats, exposing
themselves to virtuous young ladies on the subway platforms of Jake's
deepest desires. Many of them resembled his father, but (as with
most of us) it would probably have taken a hypnotist to get that
sort of truth out of poor Jake.
In a very different corner of the reality which was slowly but surely
being taken over by Jake's dream, however, similar events were transpiring
between Cardinal Richelieu and Roger's own true ex-girlfriend Anita,
who as we find her is being subjected to a vigorous interrogation
by the Cardinal, a trio of beady-eyed, tongueless Jesuits, and a
gleaming new Mach XXV Iron Sausage.